They weren’t real, just pixels on a computer put there for her to imagine and dream. They were her escape, a place of truth. This computer was her somewhere, no matter that the pictures were just tiny pixels embed with codes. They made her create, write, and expand. It didn’t matter that they weren’t real, they were the love of her life anyway. (fangirls)

Its a montage of things, events, fleeting moments in time were I had been alive. No I am contained, no longer do these colors flash, shift and change, almost as liquid as the water I am no drowning in. I am suffocating, no longer free to experience. I am no only contained in this moment, memories no longer flashing as I submerge myself. I am no…[Read more]